Lynn Xin
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Post by Lynn Xin on May 21, 2013 13:32:49 GMT -5
Lynn Xin Some things were still not like others. Especially the taste. Oh, the taste. This foreign country was so different in the way they structured and made their meals, it had almost smitten her the first time she had tasted some. In the bad way. Next meal, it had been in the good one. That was the weird thing, while others complained about how bad the food they were getting was, she could not complain, actually liking the taste. Not that she could cook it though. Or liked anything else about that existence. It still beat starving, though, and by now, she did not really have any other choice, so she just went with it, begrudgingly. Even though housework did not suit her one bit. Then again, she would not be getting her swords anytime soon, and even when she was sold, those would end up with the buyer, not her. Because most people did not exactly want to buy armed slaves, at least not until they could be sure of their loyalty. Hence, she had to build up a skill-set that was at least semi useful, just like this here. Although she was not exactly sure why washing things for others could be a chore worthy of training. Still, she was not exactly good at using those lacrima machines or whatever, surprisingly. Almost embarrassingly. Hence she did need at least some training, some instructions. There were some upsides to it, though. Since she was even worse at cooking – not for lack of skill, but for having such an odd taste herself – she was pretty much the only one doing it, unsupervised, even if it took until the night. Then again, why would they need to stand guard, anyway? It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go, and besides, she was able to get some experience with stragglers, like the one making her answering the door right now. She’d heard it pounding while doing the laundry once more, so she was only in shirt and skirt, but anyone coming there that late did not deserve more, anyway. And beggars even less. Yes, even in her situation, she allowed herself to look down on cloaked people like that, unless they were assassins. Hopefully they weren’t! She had heard stories like this, and thus she only opened the door a little, when she took a look at that person, not intent to open it further until he proved itself.
“Yes? Who goeth there?”
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